More Than // Luke Hemmings

Chapter 20

Christine's POV:

After a long evening of hanging out with Shane, being surprised by Ashlee, and trying to accomplish some homework, I finally get to lay in the comforts of my bed.

Since I have a king sized bed Ashlee doesn't have to sleep on the ground, something she is probably joyful about. "Not to bring this subject back up to you but," I close my eyes, "But from what I understood, Luke seems like a bad boy, who really isn't all that bad. But in reality he is a sweet heart?" I shift so I'm facing her.

"I guess you could say that."

"Well I'm excited to meet him." She states. For some reason my face blushes in the dark.

"That is if he isn't skipping with his lovely girlfriend." I emphasize the word girlfriend to imply sarcasm. Ashlee laughs and I smile.

"Oh yeah and Austin is the flirtatious idiot to avoid?"

"Yes."

"Oh oh! And Shane is your adorable red head pal?"

"Um right again."

"Ok, I think I'm totally ready for tomorrow, I'm so excited to see Luke."

I laugh, "Whatever you say. Night Ashlee."

"Night." And we slept.
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Luke's POV

I gather my thoughts, it's 3 AM and I can't sleep. I'm so sick of my dad treating my mom like the scum of the earth. You know what, screw him, I'm glad he stormed out. I pray he doesn't show his face again because I will tear him apart.
I sit up abruptly because I keep thinking of what my mom told me, 'promise me you won't be with someone who continuously hurts you.'
And I promised her I wouldn't, I can't break her promise. My mom knows that Chelsea treats me like crap, like a toy that she loves to play with then gets bored. She said that because she doesn't want me to end up with Chelsea. All of a sudden I get really mad and sweaty. I rip my shirt off and walk around my room thinking of what to do, to please my mother and for once; protect myself.
I sit down and grab my acoustic guitar, music helped clear my mind, I feel like it points me to the right direction in situations like these. I strum quietly, aware of the fact that it's 3 in the morning and my mom is a couple rooms over from mine. I already feel more calm and collected. Except the only thing that came to my mind was Christine.
Christine Anderson, my tutor.

-next day-

Christine's POV

"Ashlee we have like 5 minutes til we need to leave!" I shouted upstairs while I shoved the rest of a bagel in my mouth. Jake looked at me and snickered.

"What?" I snapped.

"Oh. Nothing." Jake turned and walked out of the kitchen.

I rolled my eyes, "Alright then." Finally I hear Ashlee stomping down the stairs and humming a song. When she walked in she looked cute, skinny jeans, and an army green colored sweater that was longer in the back. Her hair was straightened and she had freshly applied makeup on her pale face. "Look at you!" I oohed and awed. She laughed and bowed.

"Not too bad yourself Christine, I like that shirt a lot." I looked down at my maroon long sleeved shirt that has a blue striped pocket embroidered on the top left corner. I smiled and accepted the compliment.

"Ok we need to kick it," I said and threw her a granola bar, which she didn't catch. Typical. We both walked out to my car with backpacks in hand. Yay, school.
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"BEVERLY HILLS!" I screamed along to the music.

"THAT'S WHERE I WANNA BEEE!" Ashlee sang along. We couldn't help but laugh at our utter stupidity.

When I pulled in the school I felt my heart patter when I saw Luke's car already parked in his new usual spot.

"So this is your new prison?" Ashlee questioned while we walked up the stairs to the front doors. When we opened the doors, cluttered noises rushed in my ears.

"Yes yes it is." I replied. We both sighed and I walked to my locker with Ashlee following right next to me. "Mmk here is my locker." I said while opening it.

"Homy," Ashlee said as she stuck her head in the plain metal box, "It smells like vomit." I laughed and slammed it shut, ew it did. When we turned I saw Luke from afar walking slowly towards us.

I low key shook Ashlee, "Ash Ash that's him, tall blonde and in all black." I spoke so urgently.

"Where?"

I took her face in my hands and pointed it in the right direction, "Right. There."

At that moment Luke ran his fingers through his quiff. Ashlee's jaw dropped. "Dayummmm," she said in a low voice.

Laughing so hard I smacked her, "Ashlee!!"

Ashlee blushed, "Sorry it's not everyday you see a walking god."

I shrugged, Luke was close enough now that he could see me, he smiled and waved. He kicked up his speed and ran over awkwardly.

"Hey Christine. I've been thinking about you a lot." Oh my gosh. He's been thinking about me. He smiled and glanced at Ashlee, "Who's this?"

I drew a blank. "Oh oh! Sorry this is Ashlee, my best friend from back home. She's visiting for the week." I look over at her and she's shaking her head, her face looked like a tomato.

Luke noticed and said, "Awesome! I bet that means we will get to know each other!"

"Great that sounds good." Ashlee spoke quickly.

Breaking the silence I said, "We should probably head to history, we have like a minute. Lead us the way Luke?"

Luke winked, "Absolutely." When he turned and walked in front Ashlee mouthed the word accent and fanned herself.